Bartender
On the heels of grief, pain bears down hard. On the heels of death, pain awakens the quiet place between the end of our own life and now. Feeling anything is like seeing a film and in black and white, slow motion, all sound turned off. Just watching. Gritting teeth, awkward smiles and bloody red eyes move around, scanning the others who are feeling something I don't want to feel, but I do. Escapism is all I have ever known. ~
Comments (5)
Beautiful Autumn 🌼😊🌼
Such a delicate and moving haiku.
This has a beauty to it that sings to the soul. Welcome back
Really nice to recite aloud. Rolls off the tongue like honey. Great work Jason!
What a perfect ode to autumn. My favorite season. Missed reading your work.